The thing about late-night cookery was that it made sense at the time. It always had some logic behind it. It just wasn’t the kind of logic you’d use around midday.

“In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.”

“I staggered into a Manchester bar late one night on a tour and the waitress sai…”

“Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, bu…”

“Tão ameaçadora quanto saldo negativo no banco”